unto the father, but for you the need to be bound everlasting. Will you be my queen?
Or can it just be that my soul is too tired of walking alone. Blasphemed and
chastised feeling a new meaning of envy. False sense of hope. All I ask is to be complete.
All I need is to be secure in loves stronghold. It goes back to the very minute you gave
me the opportunity to embrace you in my arms. I knew right then I was yours.
Take me baby!
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